Back at it in Portland. Surprised the Feds didn’t bust it up. They hate us.

How it was going (11 years ago). How it's still going (this morning).

I love this opening stanza of Joseph Brodsky's "The end of a Beautiful Era."

Winter window (sketchbook, acrylic, 4x5 inches)

Paris cafe. (Morning sketchbook. Acrylic on paper. 5x7 in.)

Morning sketchbook. (Gouache on paper)

"I watch the clouds as I see them
in pomp advancing, pursuing
the fallen sun." ~ Denise Levertov

My morning sketchbook (gouache, on paper).

I like to think that, if I were alive on this day in 1942 (and obviously not drafted already and serving in the US military, that is), then I'd have been in a movie theatre to see the premiere of this gem.

Morning sketchbook. (Gouache on paper)

This poem of Seamus Heaney's is so delicate. "The Haw Lantern."

Morning sketchbook. (Gouache on paper.)

From the Department of Sometimes the Q/A at Readings Are Contentious.

I was trying to find something in an email from four years back for a dear friend. No luck. But I came across this impossible exchange from a reading q/a when A PLACE OF EXODUS came out, must have been 2020.

Tough crowd.

When I say I miss Texas, I don’t mean the misogyny and the guns. I mean this. My sky. (Houston, 2023)

How’s the weather? Been so gray here, woolen. Here’s a splash of light from my sketchbook.

Coffee shop revisions of new mss. A novel. A novel?!

Such a darling poem by Edna Millay. Lovely to memorize. “…for the apples and pears”

I like this poem a lot. "The Poem That Took the Place of a Mountain" by Wallace Stevens.